"My hand was cut off by me, and the blood was transparent." Eleven said coldly, expressionless on his face.

I couldn't help but take a step back, away from him, I felt the corners of my mouth twitch, obviously he was a monster, I was even worried that he would die, if it was eleven, even the king of Hades would be killed.

"So, what the hell is it?" I hesitated for a moment before asking softly.

"I don't know, I escaped."

Eleven stuffed the severed hand back into his bag and walked in front of me on his own, I hurried to follow, my heart was much more settled, it seemed that with Eleven by his side, I was not afraid of hell ahead.

We walked back through this rock crevice, Eleven chose another path I hadn't taken, I followed silently, he seemed to know where to go, and Ah Qing must be helping us show the way.

The atmosphere is very depressing, I finally met my companion, and it was very uncomfortable not to say something, but this person was eleven, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my mouth for a long time, and I was so depressed that it was better to go forward alone.

"That...... Do you know where Nineteen are? "I really can't hold it back.

Eleven stopped and looked back at me: "Ah Qing can't give back such detailed information, he must be pointing the right way." ”

I looked at his indifferent eyes and couldn't say anything, I could only let out a soft "oh", and Eleven turned his head and continued to walk, without even giving me a superfluous look.

I walked heavily, and I couldn't be happy to see my companion, and we went round and round in the crevices of the rock, and I gave up the idea of continuing to mark, and I stared at Eleven's back for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

I don't know how long it took, I felt more and more strained, the previous chase had consumed most of my physical strength, then I was trotting all the way, and now I was walking briskly, the weight on my back was getting heavier and heavier, and I was hobbling and panting like a mountain.

Eleven didn't see any tiredness, there was no intention to stop, I didn't dare to rest, I could only force myself to keep up, there was really no cave for rest, we walked for a while, I saw a figure in the rock crevice in front of me from a distance, and when I got closer, I saw that there were seven human skin figurines huddled together, and the head of the face was drooping.

Isn't that where I've walked? Going around and around and coming back again, Eleven stopped, and I hurriedly spoke: "This is where I walked, and its face was also drawn by me, and at that time there was a drum sound, and they all came to life, and they stopped here." ”

"Golems, they're golems."

Eleven said, grabbing a handful from the pile of fluff on the ground, and sniffing it in front of his nose, and I saw his brow furrowed, but he didn't say anything, just threw it away.

"So, what are these?" I asked.

Eleven shook his head, the sword in his hand was unsheathed in an instant, only to see a flash of blue light, and the sword body slashed towards the gray-black pillar in the human skin figurine, letting out a long sound that broke through the air.

The extremely hard thing was actually cut off, and suddenly a fishy liquid splashed out, and with the sword light thrown onto the rock wall on the side, the smell was terrible, like the smell of rancid blood, I couldn't help but raise my hand to cover my nose, and followed Eleven to take a look.

I saw that the broken column was full of wriggling strange things, like countless thick and thin blood vessels, and like earthworms that had been cut in two, and they flowed out a strange reddish-brown liquid, writhing desperately, like living creatures.

"What is this?"

I took two steps back in disgust, I thought it would be a mechanical component, but I didn't expect it to be a soft insect, obviously the outside was wrapped with a sense of technology, but I didn't expect that the inside was still a weird and terrifying thing, but it matched the layer of human skin on the outside.

I felt very uncomfortable, it was like two things that were out of place were put together, full of dissonance, those things were still wriggling, looking disgusting, and soon their movements stopped, as if they had been suddenly sucked out of their vitality, and I saw that they were quickly shriveling, and their bodies that had been filled with liquid were drying out at a rate visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into pieces of snake-like things, dark brown, like blood that had dried up for a long time.

"What's that?"

I ducked farther away, and the smell in the air became even more unpleasant, which had only been fishy, but now there was a disgusting smell that I had never smelled before, and I could not find a suitable word to describe it.

Eleven also retreated, he didn't seem to expect such things inside, he didn't say anything, just turned away, I followed him into another rock crevice, the maze gradually slowed down, we crossed several roads, and finally saw a cave that was quite spacious.

Eleven found a relatively flat rock to sit down, I also quickly sat down to rest, suddenly stopped, felt that my legs and feet were weak, supported on the ground as if unconscious, I clenched my fists and pounded, only to see Eleven closed his eyes, he must not be asleep, no one fell asleep will sit with a straight waist like a sculpture.

I was covered with salt all over my body, and I felt a handful of it falling off, but there was nothing in the wetsuit, but it was condensed on the outside tightly, like an extra layer of skin, and it was strange to move, and when I thought of that horrible severed hand, I felt a faint pain in my ankle, and I couldn't help pinching my ankle, which was still slightly swollen.

My hand unconsciously moved to the other foot, and the movement suddenly froze, and I remember that there was a large blood stain on the side of my right ankle, but I jumped into the water again and swam again, and it fell quite a bit, and the touch was not so awkward.

"Eleven, are you hurt somewhere?"

I spoke softly, I knew he was very tolerant, he was indifferent when he was cut by the nail in his abdomen, he was likely to be injured, but I don't know.

Eleven opened his eyes, glanced at me, and closed them again, "No." ”

"Really?" My voice came up, "I have blood on my body, it's not my own, it's on it when you turn back to save me, if it's not yours, then who's?" ”

Eleven's eyes opened suddenly, stabbing at me like a knife, my heart tightened, and I closed my mouth, but he just said lightly: "I don't know." ”

I touched my right ankle, the blood stain was still there, but it was much lighter, Eleven didn't have to lie to me, if it wasn't his, whose blood would rub against my ankle?

Is there something else hidden here?

The owner of the severed hand was transparent blood, it could not have been its, and other than that, there was only a human skin figurine, but at that time we had no idea what the inside of its body looked like, and we had never seen any breakage.

Could it be nineteen of them? When were they injured? I was completely blinded, it wasn't a big deal, but I couldn't find the owner of the blood, and its appearance was terrifying enough in itself.

I looked straight at Eleven, he didn't look scared at all, I always felt the blood on my ankle like a soldering iron, irritating my nerves, I looked up and looked at the whole cave, and there was a monster hidden in a place I didn't know.

I really wanted to sit next to Eleven, hesitated and gave up, the atmosphere became more and more dull and depressing, I couldn't rest at all, Eleven was as quiet as being in a meditation, if I closed my eyes, I couldn't notice that there was another person around me.

I was cold, already soaking wet, and sweating again, but now suddenly it was quiet, and the moisture kept rushing into my body, and I put my hand in my coat pocket and touched the bronze piece.

I had forgotten about it, and I hadn't thought it had been gone, so I took it out and stroked the numbers on it, it was like a talisman, although it didn't shelter its owner.

"Zhao Changze ......"

Eleven suddenly called out to me, his voice fluctuating slightly, and I looked up to see him looking straight at my hand, his gaze fixed on the bronze plate in my hand.

"How ......"

His gaze frightened me, and Eleven suddenly jumped up, and with an arrow leap in front of me, snatched the bronze tablet, and looked at it with a frown, very focused.

"What's wrong? It's made of bronze, isn't there's anything wrong? ”

I asked a few questions one after another, only to see Eleven holding it tightly in the palm of his hand, like something important, his expression was very serious, but there was another complex emotion in his eyes.

"Where did you get that?" His voice was no longer indifferent.

"There's a hole in a hole where a skeleton is embedded in the stone and has fallen out of its hand, do you know what it is?" I was immediately interested.

Eleven's expression changed, he clutched the bronze piece tightly, and there was a flash of sadness in his eyes, only to see him undo his coat, and take something out of his inner pocket and throw it to me.

I subconsciously reached out to catch it, only to see that this is an identical bronze piece, carved with complex and exquisite patterns, exuding a simple and heavy luster under the flashlight, the front of the bronze piece is also engraved with three symbols, but not numbers, the first two are "three" and "one", the four horizontal lines are all general length, and the last one is a strange symbol, which looks like a standing up "<" number, like a hat.

It was obviously the same thing, my hand trembled slightly, Eleven reached out to me, I gave him back the bronze piece, and whispered, "What is this?" ”

He put the bronze piece back in his inner pocket: "The number of the Mo family, you met the predecessor who landed on the island thousands of years ago, if I guessed correctly, he should have died of poisoning." ”

I immediately remembered the pitch-black bones of the skeleton, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, his bones are black." ”

"We all carried poison with us, and in order to avoid more suffering in the event of a dead end, he knew that there was no hope of escape, so he would take the poison and die."

"No, isn't it......" I blurted out, "he probably didn't die of his own poison, I saw his skull bitten through something, but there was no gnawing wound on the bone, he probably was poisoned by something else......"